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I’ve been really good about keeping my personal issues out of the comic. However, I have to remind myself that Love & Warren was originally created to help me through some tough times. Because recent events have dramatically affected my release schedule, I’ve decided that it’s best to air things out for anyone who is wondering what’s going on (And for my own sanity–it’s always good to get thoughts down on paper). It’s recently been a perfect storm and I think everything has finally caught up with me. Although my family and I have made it through in solid shape, there unfortunately have been some sacrifices–specifically Love & Warren. 

It was only when I started building Mustangs online and looking for float spas that I realized something was off. 

As I have mentioned in a previous post, we had our rent raised so my family and I made the decision to downscale. I don’t mean for this to be a sad thing. We are making this choice so that we can have flexibility moving forward. More importantly, it gives me the ability to go into Love & Warren full time without having to dip into our savings. So yes, the move is a bit stressful but nothing I couldn’t manage. Then a couple of big life events happened and all chaos broke loose: I ruptured my achilles and my father passed away.

My father was suffering from pancreatic cancer over the last two years so his passing wasn’t a surprise. We’d been prepared for it. Frankly, it’s a blessing that my father lasted as long as he did; the doctor said he only had a few months to live. It makes me smile to know that he got to see my kids come into this world and spend a little time with them before he left us. As for my personal feelings, my father was one of the good guys however I didn’t have the relationship I wanted with him. I have made peace with a lot of things. But as I stood in front of a packed chapel delivering my eulogy, I realized that I have only closed one chapter with my father and begun a new one. Even though he is not physically in my life, I’m finally having the conversations that I’ve always wanted to have with him through my children, my career and with my wife. The relationship I’ve always wanted is right in front of me and for the first time ever, in my control. 

My leg, post achilles rupture surgery. How do you like stockings?As for work, I have the greatest job in the world. I feel so blessed to go to work everyday with so many talented and motivated people. Although we have our own lives outside of work, there is no denying our camaraderie–especially when on the basketball court. Well, that all came to a grinding halt as I went up for a rebound six weeks ago. As I fell to the ground, I knew instantly that I’d ruptured my achilles. Less than 48 hours later, I was out of surgery and massively limited in the things I could do. The hardest thing was watching the people around me pick up the slack. I couldn’t help my wife with the kids, I was limited in the things I could do to help with the move, and the worst part was people had to take time out of their already stressful days to help me. It really messed with my confidence. Especially the crawling.

I don’t know how we did it but we made it through–stronger than ever. Even though our new home is still coming together, we’re loving what we have here. I’m also happy to report that I’m a month ahead of schedule with my recovery and walking (hobbling) again. But even though everything is coming together, there is still something lacking. Self-actualization. 

I often think of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs when I get into funks like this. With everything that’s been happening, I should be ecstatic with how smooth everything has gone. But I’ve been so physically and emotionally drained that all I want to do is veg out and hang out with my wife. We managed to sneak out for a date last night, and it was over a snow-cone that I shared everything with her. After talking, she took it upon herself to help me setup my drawing station. Up until that point, my setup for drawing Love & Warren was still in boxes. It might not seem like much but it’s the small steps that got Love & Warren to this point. Writing a joke, laying out word bubbles, finding reference images… thousands of small steps that I have taken to get this comic out the door. This was no different except that in the slump I’ve been in, it was more like an Olympic triple-jump. 

So the computer is finally setup and my thoughts are all out on the table. All that’s left is to get writing and drawing again.

Thanks for following this silly little comic. The story will continue!

P.S. 

No, I didn’t buy the Mustang. Yes, I have a 90-minute float scheduled.